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Obsidian Verdict
Season Arc · NADGT National League @ Fort Steilacoom - Powered by FL!PT and Supported by the PDGA
6All-In league: Obsidian Verdict stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleForged in the Mana Drought of Season Three, when the ley lines ran thin and only the most efficient spellcasters survived. The original bearer earned this title through three consecutive defensive stands, each more ruthless than the last. The name passed to subsequent champions who proved equally merciless.
The Verdict manifests as a dark disc of compressed mana, its surface rippling with violet lightning. Those who gaze upon it reportedly hear whispers of every challenge they've ever lost. The disc never misses its mark.
The arbiter of legitimacy within the B Pool—the entity that separates those who merely compete from those who truly belong among the contenders for Archmage status.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyThe Obsidian Verdict waits in the case, pulsing with violet lightning and judgment. Forged in the Mana Drought, it’s less a prize and more a receipt for your past failures. It whispers of every shanked drive. Ruthless efficiency required. Hope the new owner has thick skin.
Don Pierce claims Tag #1, the Obsidian Verdict. It’s whispering already. Let's see if his game is ruthless enough to shut it up.
Justin Parker stepped onto the Steilacoom Mana Plane and fired a 59, good for first in Amateur G Purple and a 924 round rating. The field limped in at 68.2; Parker's -9.3 margin looked less like competition and more like mercy killing. Now he meets his season companion: the Obsidian Verdict, a dark disc rippling with violet judgment that whispers of every shanked drive. Forged in Season Three's Mana Drought, this arbiter of B Pool legitimacy separates contenders from pretenders. Parker matched his personal average on the dot—efficient, sure, but the Verdict hears echoes in that zero variance. Welcome to the Conclave, where your misses never truly fade.